It was a grim day in Hibernia. When the damned ships sailed to the land, broken their way in and slaughtered all seen. They called themselves people of light yet all they brought was darkness, darkness to the people of Nortugal. After the fall of Nord Lisbon not even one man stayed in his home peacefully. They all have risen in rebellion, all joined forces. For they knew, if the Solist will continue the Nortuguese will not be allowed a day of peace. Their own lives and believes will be taken away from them, and all the knowledge they have brought the world will be burned and ended. In his new chamber in northern Hibernia, Erezius knew this. Vast armies now stood upon his lands, his people's lands. They came to burn and destroy, and eliminate the Nortuguese from existence. And he could not allow that to come. The island of Hibernia was for a hundred years and more the home of his people, he could not allow another home to be taken, to be burned and destroyed. Not in his time will the Nortuguese suffer such a pain again. He had to repeal this invasion of his lands, and rebuild his homelands, his palace, his people's lives.
He had the upper hand. The armies of Nortugal were larger, stronger and more trained than the Solists. It's navy was still one of the greatest of the world. But Nord Lisbon. Another siege and it would be broken into bites and pieces. Loosing the Solists would never allow the beautiful site of knowledge to survive. The city would be burned into ashes, together with all Nortuguese living inside of it. How could he stop such a thing from occurring? In order to save it, he would have to take it first, and do it quickly. To do this he would have to go through the newly built Solist navy. A large one, larger than he could imagined would come. He had the navy to do so, but he was not sure if he had the time to save Nord Lisbon. Already it begun to burn, and soon it will become but ash.
to the people of Nortugal:
Those who have landed are no people of light. They are not people of knowledge, of truth. They are the destroyers, those who have came to kill every single one of us if he won't become one of theirs. They came to destroy us, our culture, our lives, our heritage. Darkness have risen over the lands of Nortugal, darkness over the lands. We cannot allow this. I call every single man and woman who can take up arms to take them, and rise to the defense of Hibernia! Rise to defend our homes! Yes I have a mistake in the past few years, and calculated our main enemies wrong, left you undefended. Yet you fought like lions, like gods fight to hold back this invasion of our homes. In the past few years we have created many new colonies for our people to live in for we feared this day. And this day come. Like demons from the sea the Solists came and burned half of our homelands. We always knew they wishes us to die, and the proof lies in our burned homes. Rise your weapons for they will not allow you a second chance. Like the ancient Carthaganians emptied Portugal from population so will the Solists will do to Hibernia. And we cannot let it happen again, for our future is bright, and forever will be. Rise Nortuguese! Rise for your day of glory is coming!
to Solist scum:
You have won once, but we promise you that such a Solist victory will not come again. Your homelands will burn like you burned ours and your people will soon know the truth of Sol, once we burn Sol temple in Gaul. Do not think we have forgot of your own homelands, for they will burn like our does. prepare to be defeated.
But a bonus would be nice. 
